| Well I broke down in E. St. Louis
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| On the Kansas City line
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| And I drunk up all my money
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| That I borrowed every time
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| And I fell down at the derby
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| And now the night’s black as a crow
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| It was a train that took me away from here
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| But a train can’t bring me home
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| What made my dreams so hollow
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| Was standing at the depot
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| With a steeple full of swallows
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| That could never ring the bell
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| And I come ten thousand miles away
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| With not one thing to show
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| Well it was a train that took me away from here
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| But a train can’t bring me home
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| I remember when I left
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| Without bothering to pack
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| You know I up and left with
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| Just the clothes I had on my back
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| Now I’m sorry for what I’ve done
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| And I’m out here on my own
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| Well it was a train that took me away from
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| Here but a train can’t bring me home |